The 1D Soccer Team

Screaming & Flirting

At first he didn't see us there then I guess he noticed all of our eyes were on him. Even the couple next to us. I saw the reaction on his face change from surprised, shocked, to pissed off. I guess Mr.Styles hadn't told either of us.

He cautiously walked to the table as if it were some kind of trap. He pulled up his chair next to Harry never taking his eyes off Mishaal and I.

"Niall Horan this is Lauren Farris. You know Sticky Note Girl."He remind.

"Yeah. I remember. She put it on me forehead."He said gesturing to the spot where I put it, his Irish accent thick as the tension in the air.

It was pretty awkward for a while until the waitress came to take our order. She was a pretty girl, with a high brown ponytail and chocolate eyes to match. I guess she was one of those crazy 'Mofo Fans' because her eyes got huge when she saw Harry.

She started to stutter and looked like she was having issues controlling herself from screaming. She understood that the boys wanted a normal experience, and tried to play it cool.

"Wh-What would you-you like to eat?" She stuttered. She started blinking like she couldn't imagine that the guys that were on her wall , were sitting in front of her.

"I'll have your classic Spaghetti without the sausage & Dr.Pepper." I recieted. Naomi and I always went here a lot and I ordered the same thing every time.

"Same. Just with extra sausage, Extra sauce,and extra fat."Mishaal joked. "Oh and you Famous Vineyard Grape Wine."

"Ziti. With water."The Niall ordered.

The waitress scribbled this down, her pen visibly shaking, whatever she was writing probably wasn't even readable. She picked up her head to look in Harry's eyes. Who was still scanning the menu.

"Hmm I'll have your amazing capriccio Pizza, and apple juice, thanks love." The Curly One smiled his trademark dimple smile, and for effect added a wink. Hell, I even felt my heart pang a little bit.

I guess she couldn't hold it in anymore because, she started screaming and crying all over the place hysterically, fangirling over his hotness.

As if Mishaal hadn't gotten us enough attention already, everyone in the restaurant stopped chattering and turned to look at the crazed waitress who was crying and dropped her pen and notepad. Luckily, it was just oldies on a field trip from a local nursing home.

The bald manager came over and calmly directed her back to the kitchen,"Sorry about that." He said. "Your meal is on us."

Once all the other nosy customers eyes stopped looking at our table I angrily glared at Harry and growled," You just had to flirt with her didn't you?"

Niall chuckled, while Mishaal just looked pissed we had to wait longer to get our food.

"What? It's not my fault I can make girls faint just by saying love."

I rolled my eyes and sighed seeing how he wasn't to blame for his sexy British accent and green sparkling emerald eyes.

We waited impatiently for the food, occasionally shooting Harry glares for ruining a perfect day.

Finally the replacement waiter came with our food. We were assigned a man this time, probably so Harry couldn't flirt with him. I'm sure he would've found a way though. Niall grabbed it off the waiter's tray not caring how rude it was.

Mishaal, who was cranky form starvation said," What the hell is wrong with you? I was starving! You know what I'm reporting you people!" She slowly rising from her chair hovering over the table, ready to pounce.